“When I saw the name on the return address, I thought the letter was from an old summer-camp friend that I’d lost touch with. But as soon as I began reading, I realized it wasn’t from her … It was two pages long and included a photo of a pretty woman with her husband and two children. She also looked enough like her birth father to leave no doubt as to who she was.”

Many of my friends Tweet and Instagram and can’t wait to download the latest app, but I’m content to continue emailing and limp along with my current operating system until communication with the outside world becomes no longer possible. That said, I can’t help but boast of the few times when I’ve Googled for—and discovered—advice on fixing household problems.

Plunging into a vertical dive, called a stoop, and clenching its talons, the peregrine falcon streaks towards its target at speeds clocked between 180 and 240 mph. According to Jay Sumner, a falconer and raptor researcher, the impact of the blow approximates a 600-pound weight falling from the sky.

My mom was a 1945 war bride and raised me to believe that letting your hair go gray was as close as a woman could come to committing beauty suicide. Four years ago, my brother and I realized she was the only resident in her nursing home with brown hair. I was responsible for scheduling her hairdresser appointments and decided it was time for her hair color to be natural, despite her past sentiments on the subject. What eventually enabled me to go natural was the honesty required when seeing myself in a mirror.

It’s hard to believe that a philanthropic group that has provided more than $300 million in financial assistance to over 102,000 women is practically unheard of throughout Montana and the U.S. But such is the case with the international organization known only by the initials P.E.O.

Some 35 years ago, a friend introduced me to a curry-scented chicken dish that has justifiably earned its place as one of my favorite go-to dinners. When I want something tasty that’s simple to make, I look no further than Wood Stove Chicken.

As we approach the 2018 wildfire season, we wonder what can we learn from last year. How did last year’s fires blow out of control? Why couldn’t we stop them? What can we do differently this year? Unfortunately, no easy answers exist for these questions.

In the past, I never attempted to bake anything else while the granola crisped in the oven….However, this one evening, I thought I could save time and let my oven do double duty. Homemade granola and stew don’t mix